God's Edit

Who dares disturb my slumber?
Where I've been rooted
Since the dawn of time
Where I've grown
Big and strong
Where I've suffered
Many trespasses against thee

Where I've witnessed the horrors of man
The disappearance and abuse
Of family and friends
To print words of depression
Rather than of hope and inspiration

Then you dare to ask
Why the rise in suicide?
Why the rise in crime?
Why the loss of faith?

Like there's a choice
In what you choose to edit